John Douglas - Wild cherry

"Yesssss!" she panted, working her ass harder and screwing that deliciously hot tightness about my pistoning cock. "Shoot my pussy full!"

There were no more words. Only the sounds of our labored gasps and groans as I rammed my prick in and out of that juicy slit, plunging full length into her convulsing snatch and sliding out until only the head was gripped by the greedy lips. Faster and faster, our bellies plopping and her pussy squishing with the rapid sliding of the hard shaft through the froth-rimmed lips.

My semen surged and boiled, threatening to burst my balls in that lengthening moment before I felt the unbearable ecstasy of release.

"Ohhhhh! Goddd!" she yelled her cunt churning and writhing as my sperm shot into her belly in repeated volleys, my cock jerking and jabbing against her convulsing womb.

"Uuuhhh! UUuuhhh! Uuuhhh!" Each cry accompanied by a savage upward thrust of her wriggling ass, the lips of her pussy clenching about the base of my cock and the vagina squeezing the nine-inch length as if to draw still more of the hot cream into her avid depths.

It was Kitty's excited voice that overrode our noisy panting. "Mary Lou! You have been fucked! F-U-C-K-E-D!"

"Who you tellin', girl?" Mary Lou gasped weakly. "I didn't know it was gonna be like that!" Her pussy tightened about my slowly diminishing cock. "If it had been any better, I would have died! Just plain old died!"

She held my eyes with hers, raising her hands to hold my face in position above hers. "Was it good for you, Steve?"

"Honey," I grinned, "if I had to pay for it, I couldn't afford it! You fuck like a female tiger!"

"Did I work it the right way?" she asked. She was, quite serious about it and I didn't know how to explain that anything she did with that overheated little cunt would be delightful.

"Perfect!" was all I could say, easing my cock out of that juicy slit and sitting up on the side of the bed opposite Kitty. She had two fingers busy inside her cunt and they were both glistening with her juices as she worked them in and out, her eyes closed and her lips working in the approach of another climax.

Mary Lou took one look at the oozing blonde cunt and scrambled off the bed, dragging Kitty onto the rug and forcing her back, spreading the slender thighs and burying her face between them.

Kitty's cry of pleasure was accompanied by the wet slurping of Mary Lou's hungry mouth and Kitty's hands seized the Afro hairdo and pushed the girl's head deeper into the juicy crotch. Mary Lou willingly eased her arms beneath the elevated legs and drew them up until the dainty ankles rested on her hunched shoulders and her hands could fondle the wriggling ass of the whimpering blonde.

I sat there admiring the show for several enjoyable minutes, then padded off to a shower, fresh shirt and slacks and a date with the Underwood. I was several pages behind, but it was easy to transfer the events of the past hour to paper, making my fictional characters perform the same delightful antics we had just enacted. I knocked off ten pages before I heard the shower and the girls' youthful giggling.

Kitty and Mary Lou prepared dinner, making me feel like a modern day sultan as they refused to permit me to do anything for myself. After the meal, I settled back in my favorite chair and scanned the evening paper while they did the dishes.

The telephone pulled me away from the sports page and I heard Lena's sultry voice demanding to know if I had taken her sister to bed yet. Her tone implied that she hoped the answer was affirmative, but I avoided it.

"Why don't you talk to her?" I suggested.

"Steve Grammer!" she blazed. "That girl needs screwing!"

I waved Mary Lou to take the phone and watched her face break into a mischievous smile as she listened. She gave me a broad wink.

"What am I supposed to do, sis?" she demanded. "I can't make him do it to me! I rubbed it all over him!"

The noise from the receiver was audible from four feet away and Mary Lou collapsed in laughter. Finally, she regained her voice.

"Sis," she told Lena, "your little sister has been fucked upside down and backward! You told me what he had, but it was better than anything I ever heard about!"

They went into a more serious conversation and Kitty came over to perch on the arm of my chair, pressing her right breast against my cheek.

"What are we gonna do about me?" she asked softly. "I get so hot I can't stand it. But I'm still afraid of letting you stick that big thing in me."

I patted her leg, letting my hand linger on the softness of her thigh. "Don't rush it," I whispered. "When you want it badly enough, you'll take it."

She parted her lips against mine, sliding down onto my lap and capturing the swell of my cock with those warm yielding buttocks. I dipped my hand inside her blouse and palmed a firm breast, squeezing the nipple into a quivering stiffness.

"Hey!" Mary Lou cried teasingly, planting hands on flaring hips and placing her feet wide apart. In the tight shorts, the position strained the cloth about her plump little cunt and my cock reared throbbingly against Kitty's tail.

"Lena's got everything all fixed up," she announced. "We can leave early tomorrow morning. She wants to know if you can drive me to Aston."

I reached for the phone and assured Lena of our cooperation. She had her movements well planned. Aston was fifty miles away and from there she and Mary Lou could travel without fear of the two-footed bloodhounds she suspected were already on the trail. We agreed on time and place and she added a final comment.

"I'm glad Mary Lou made it with you first, Steve. I've been afraid some son of a bitch would throw it to her and make her hate it from then on. It sounds crazy to say 'thanks for screwing my kid sister', but I'm gonna say it. Thanks, love."

"Would you hang up on me," I chuckled, "if I said it was a real pleasure?"

"See you in the morning, bastard!" she laughed.

I cradled the phone and Kitty squirmed suggestively in my lap. "How would you like to have a drink?" she asked.

Mary Lou prepared three potent mixtures and switched on the stereo. Kitty shot her an impish grin.

"That's what got me into trouble," she said. "I started doing an innocent little dance and this sexcrazed monster attacked me."

"Innocent, my ass!" I growled. "That was an invitation to rape."

"How would you like to see me dance?" Mary Lou demanded, giving her shoulders a little shake that set the big tits to shivering inside the insignificant halter.

"Why don't we both dance for him?" Kitty suggested.

There was a brief discussion which ended with the girls going into the bedroom to prepare themselves, while I stripped off my clothes and settled back on the couch with a freshened drink.

They had evidently planned the music in advance, for just as another record swished down the spindle of the stereo, they made their entrance and my cock began swelling with the first look.

They had found a couple of my knit sportshirts, one white and one black. The way the elastic material clung to those undulating curves told me there wasn't a thing beneath the shirts but young girl flesh.

The shirts clung to their wriggling hips and strained delightfully across the bobbing mounds of their luscious breasts, the nipples outlined in bold swellings. Even the dainty indentations of their cute navels were clearly visible.

The only pattern to their dance was shaped by desire, translated by the writhing bodies into movements which brought my prick into an elongated strut within seconds, the head rising to throb against my belly as I watched the erotic scene unfold.

Kitty settled into a pelvic gyration which resembled a hula, but contained more bumps, each one shoving that plump little cunt forward until it shaped the shirt into a distinct mound where the quivering, widespread thighs converged.